Archive for September, 2012

I don’t know what I need, I’ve tried the things they say,find some friends, go outside, f’goshsake seize the day!but nothing works, or it’s all work, or maybe I don’t care,maybe I deserve the night, and all the creatures there.maybe I belong in here, lit only by a screen,words pouring from my fingertips to pages white and clean.just here I feel that I exist, that my words will be heard,and not dismissed or suffered through but still seen as absurd.here I can talk till my hands fall off, and store it all away,till someone someday looks for me, and finds me where I stay.here in this box of light and sound, this dimly glowing world,here where my heart and my mind and my soul can safely be unfurled.

Like this:

hummingbird thoughts flicker and dart, jewel-bright bits of magic and art,in the dark shadowed places, in the contemplative grove,o’er the turquoise-blue waves of a tropical cove,in dark stormy weather and mad lashings of fear,they sparkle and dance and shine without peer.and when i am desperate, furious, or numb,just when i fear to the depths i’ll succumb,when i cry out from deep in the canyon of night,suddenly twinkles a tiny bright light,then two, and then more, they sparkle and play till my storm darkened mind grows bright as the dayand laughing, i spin in my own rainbow dance,and with joy and new hope take this god-given chance.the words that pour out of my soul and my heartare as shining and bright as the jewels that dart,and i think to myself and i hope as i writethat the words will fly out and rekindle a lightand dance for a time in some lonely heart,my jewel-bright bits of magic and art.

Like this:

With a sound like the mating call of a Loon,Old Man laughs up at the deviant Moon,Her face sprinkled gaily with red and green lights,She out twinkles the stars in the face of the night.

And down in the canyon, the fire flares high,and sparks spiral upwards, toward the lights in the sky,the Folk dance around it, their voices ring out,the red rock walls echo with the force of their shout.

Old Man just stares upward, a grin on his face,and watches the sparks as they soar into space,for Man has gone outward, to find a new home,and the Folk will go with them, wherever they roam.

The Moon twinkles welcome, as the spark Folk fly high,soaring and diving like a Kite in the sky,And Old Man sits down on a fire-warmed stone,and just for a moment, he feels the alone.

With a yip and a howl, he sings to the night,a song of farewell to those still in flight,then, feeling content, he curls up on the boulder,close to the coals as the night wind blows colder.

And wrapping his tail around his long nose,Alone with the Earth, into slumber he goes.In the morning he’ll wake, and his work will begin,and even in sleep, the thought makes him grin.

He’ll watch over the land, and keep the light burning,and keep the Earth safe till the Peoples returning,and he’ll run with the cousins, and he’ll laugh like a loon,and he’ll sing every night to the Deviant Moon.